Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink y'all throw up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all your hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when they holdin' a
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' with a fifty sack the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
Niggaz if static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the

Real niggaz mind your best at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I
Is I buy my gun from it
How many you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I do is argue

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)